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Hands That Couldn't Hold You

jaydenhart

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Hi. I'm new here, I just wanted to let this out into ge world, I hope you guys like it ❤️

Lyrics

Verse 1

I'm hanging high where the silence lives,

Counting every second that your anger gives.

Tick... tock... words cut deeper than time,

Every heartbeat falling out of rhyme.

Lightning painted shadows on the wall,

I watched your voices rise before they'd fall.

Then the door swung open with the pouring rain,

She carried all the echoes of your pain.

Pre-Chorus

Her face was hidden by her soaking hair,

Moonlight trembling in the storm-filled air.

Tears ran slowly like rivers down her skin,

I wished my hands could pull her back again.

Chorus

I'm just a clock on the wall,

Watching moments break and crawl.

Every tick said, "Don't let go,"

But I can only watch her go.

She disappeared beneath the silver sky,

Where thunder learned the way to cry.

I measured every mile she ran...

But time can't change the heart of man.

Verse 2

The moon became her only guide,

While broken dreams fell with the tide.

Barefoot dancing through the flooded street,

Leaving shattered memories beneath her feet.

You stood frozen where she used to be,

Begging seconds to reverse what they'd seen.

I kept swinging left and right,

Trapped inside another endless night.

Bridge

Funny how the longest nights reveal the dawn,

And broken songs become the ones sung on.

The tears I counted one by one

Were washing off who she'd become.

I thought she ran because she broke...

I thought the storm was all she knew...

Final Chorus

But I'm just a clock on the wall,

I never saw the whole truth at all.

Those tears weren't chains she couldn't bear,

They were the last ones she'd ever wear.

She reached the edge where morning starts,

With moonlight stitched across her heart.

The smile I couldn't see that night...

Was waiting for the morning light.

Now every tick feels soft somehow,

She's not lost... she's living now.

The storm was not her tragic end—

It was the place she'd heal... and begin.

Outro

I'm still counting every passing day,

But some goodbyes don't fade away.

The hands I wear still circle slow...

Yet happiness was the one thing

I couldn't know.

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